Chu Ming's sword light was too dense for the bandits in black to dodge. Their bodies were all pierced through, blood soaking the ground, and corpses densely scattered across the area.
"Thank you, young hero!"
After all the black-clad bandits were killed, Steward Lin An walked forward, gratefully speaking to Chu Ming. To be honest, when they first encountered Xue Wuhai, he was prepared to fight to the death. He never expected that Chu Ming, who had joined their caravan midway, would be so powerful that he even killed Xue Wuhai.
"Mm!"
Chu Ming nodded slightly, his steps light as he flickered back to his horse. Lin An smiled wryly, attributing it to the pride of a genius. He then turned to comfort the caravan's guards. Although the black-clad bandits were all killed, the guards suffered heavy casualties, originally nearly a hundred, now reduced to just over fifty, all injured.
"Thank you, young master!"
